As long as I stay busy at work I am doing okay. Even staying busy in the evening is good. It’s the weekend when I am drowning and the intrusive thoughts are coming.
“I don’t deserve to live.”
“I’m such a fucked to person.”
Some days I just want to wallow in my misery but there is no space for that. And can I just have some silence for a while?
Don’t think. Just don’t think. It will be fine if you stop thinking.